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Post by doctorgrey on Dec 10, 2018 0:44:31 GMT -5
In the bowels of Mitra, there is a laboratory that belongs to a scientist who has already earned infamy in the Galactic Empire. True to his word, which is a rare thing for the esteemed Galactic Emperor to do, Polaris offered Dr. Grey all the resources and funding he could offer. While also keeping an eye on him, but so far he has been doing everything he said he would along with some side projects of some B.O.W.’s he makes on the side besides the ones he was told to make. His experiments on captured Saiyan corpses and the corpses of fallen Patrolmen have earned him the nickname The Butcher. His lab was quite pristine, even the surgery table that was used to perform autopsies and dissection on the corpses of fallen soldiers was clear of any blood stains.
Jars filled with strange fluids and alien organs aligned a shelf. Within cylindrical containers contained many strange creatures in suspended animation, including one that resembles a Frost Demon. The only place that had any filth on it was where the doctor was resting his head after an all-nighter working on multiple projects. The table was littered with many chocolate and candy wrappers as well as empty ramen noodle cups. While Nikolas didn’t like Earth, he at least likes the food they have created which makes sense considering Earth is popular across many planets for their good and unique delicacies that even the gods savored. Not that he can’t afford actual food, but he buys all this food that normally college kids would eat for a couple reasons. Mostly to save money so that he can even buy equipment and supplies out of his own pocket besides funding. But also, the glucose in the sugary sweets he devours helps give him the brain power he needs.
Nikolas Grey raises his head up groggily and looks at his watch. He cleans all the trash off the table as he goes and gets his morning coffee. After it was brewed, he pours a lot of sugar and cream into it and tops it off with whip cream and chocolate chips. Taking a swig from the drink gave him his wakeup call and managed to get him back into his usual good mood. Or at least he would still be in a good mood if he made any progress with his projects. He is not sure whether if it because he still hasn’t figured out how to use the equipment or that he combined it with the Earth technology he brought back and that they are incompatible, but the creatures he has created have been not as strong as he has hoped and are not ready for combat yet.
Dr. Grey sauntered over to his computer and logged on to begin doing some research. Morton walked in with cleaning equipment in hand and begins cleaning the glass containing one of the doctor’s creations. A strange purple mushroom-esque creature. Only one thing Morton wanted to ask.
“Why a mushroom?”
Dr. Grey was still a bit groggy from getting up recently, so his head came up with a jolt of surprise when he turned and was relieved it just came from his martian assistant.
“That’s an Amantitaman I created. I spliced the DNA of a Saibamen that the Neo Red Ribbon Army got their hands on, with the DNA of toxic fungi. Not only does it spores release a toxic, but it can grow and spread in many different environments. The fungus spores I have used are also known to grow in even extremely hot and cold temperature environments. Plus, the Saibamen DNA allows them to grow and spread fast so that entire army can be grown once spores are released even from the corpses of enemies.” Dr. Grey explained.
“And it’s not ready because…?” Morton asks.
“Because they’re nearly not powerful enough. None of them are, not this genetically altered Saibamen, not this psychic soldier I made with Kanassan, Ba’s, and Majin DNA. And certainly not this bio-engineered Frost Demon I was assigned to recreate an army of. The main problem is that I have trouble recreating the mutations that allow most beings to be born with boundless power and unusual abilities. Like part of it is there in the DNA, but it’s incomplete. I either need better equipment or I need a fresh source of mutant DNA to take from and reproduce.” Dr. Grey said while scratching his head.
The doctor has read up on his history with the many books he procured from the library. And with them he has a very good idea who the DNA of the two Frost Demons that made the monster Polaris fought and killed and took a sample of. Especially since one is mutated and the other has similar genes hinting that these two were siblings. But the other donor seems to have mixed too much with the more mutated DNA and thus the DNA is less mutated and thus the result is a much weaker clone then desired.If only he had another source of mutant Frost Demon DNA. Polaris’ DNA is not mutated, and he wouldn’t be so willing to give his DNA out anyway. Ideally mutant Frost Demon DNA of a relative of the two donors which would be more compatible with the two samples. A parent, a cousin, or even a descendant. All he would need is just nail clippings from such a Frost Demon to take the DNA from to be able add and he could make a truly powerful weapon. He stroked his chin as he searched the Galactic Hypernet for anything that could be able to help him in this endeavor.
It’s not like he was on borrowed time or had a deadline, but Polaris probably isn’t the patient sort especially with the stress and anxieties the war must be having on him. He could lose more then just his status if he fails the emperor. While using an Extranet Search for anything on bio-engineering technology and equipment after another unsuccessful search for nail clippings that belonged to a famous Frost Demon lord. It takes him a while, but the search brought him to a page talking about a race of aliens that recently joined the Galactic Empire. The people of Tech-Tech who have many advanced technologies which also includes bio-engineering.
It would make sense that they wouldn’t have Tech-Tech equipment since Tech-Tech’s addition to the Galactic Empire was recent, so Tech-Tech hadn’t been able to offer much of their exports or anything. After some more research he manages to learn a lot about the different kinds of technology they have and manages to jot down a list of what he needs and then logs off and gets up from his chair.
“Morton, we’re going to Tech-Tech to get some new equipment for the lab. We won’t be there for long so no need to pack anything.” Dr. Grey said.
“Uh…I don’t really have anything to pack Nick, but uh…I think this could be dangerous to go oh geez. Like what if we get attacked by Saiyans or something oh geez.” Morton replied.
His cephalopod like friend’s cowardice aside he does have a point that it could be dangerous for an individual like him to go alone especially cause the Galactic Empire has a lot of enemies. Someone could kidnap him and torture him to try to find out what he knows or even to try to make him stuff for them. He wouldn’t but he really doesn’t want to be tortured or killed. Not when he has so much that he wants to accomplish. He decided he should call the Imperial Patrol upstairs to ask for someone to ask an Ultramarine to accompany him on his trek. He activates a screen and an alien appears on the monitor who looks up from the magazine he was reading to see Dr. Grey, reacts with a groan and nose pinch as he asks.
“What do you want Grey?”
“Dr. Grey, I would appreciate it if you addressed me by my preferred title and honorific. I didn’t get through the absolute trepidations, tedium, and tension of college just to be called by my last name. But I digress, I need an Ultramarine to accompany on a trip to Tech-Tech for me to acquire new supplies I need to continue my research. It is of the upmost importance that you accept my request.” Dr. Grey says.
The Patrolman sighs and says.
“Hang on let me see who is on standby.”
After doing so his friend walks in to see that he was talking to Dr. Grey.
“What does the Butcher want this time Nikdye?”
“Apparently Pinto he wants someone to guard his ass while he is going to another planet to get some shit he needs for his experiments. Probably to make another abomination with. What Ultramarine do we have on the planet?” Nikdye asks.
“The only one who isn’t off world appears to be Kusubu who’s in the training room.” Pinto replies.
“That pint sized brat? Are you sure we should ask her? You know how she gets.” Nikdye says.
“Hey better her dealing with Dr. Grey then any of us. We work hard, and the Ultramarines are the ones who get all the breaks. Serves her right if she has to be a bodyguard for that creep.” Pint said before drinking from his mug of coffee.
Nikdye agrees that the Ultramarines are higher ranked and overall more powerful and Kusubu is a Captain of them. Plus Dr. Grey specifically asked for an Ultramarine and not an Imperial Patrolman to accompany him. Whether it be because of them being stronger or he got the two confused he is unsure. Also, Polaris does want them to have a close eye on Dr. Grey in the chance he might try to turn traitor. Nevertheless, he activates the intercom linked to the training room.
“Kusubu, you are asked to help accompany Dr. Nikolas Grey to Tech-Tech on a supply run please report here immediately.” Nikdye says over the intercom.
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Post by Kusubu on Dec 11, 2018 10:24:59 GMT -5
The demoness was training when the message came over the intercom. A growl came from her, “I just started fucking training, god dammit!” She shouted at the intercom in an aggressive tone, “Why am I needed for a ‘supply run’ anyway!? Can’t you get someone else to run security on something like that! Fuck!” She cursed a few more times before leaving the training room and making her way to the laboratory of Dr. Grey.
While walking, she thought about the task at hand: she would be running security for this ‘Dr. Grey.’ She knew who he was. They called him the Butcher due to his… with bodies. Kusu didn’t care much for him because he’s just a scientist, not a fighter. If he were a fighter, it’s very likely they would’ve already sparred multiple times. She didn’t know why she was chosen for this job, so she better get an explanation when she arrives or someone is going to get hurt.
Soon enough, she arrived at the door to his lab. She gave it a few hard, loud knocks before shouting, “This better not be a waste of my fucking time! If it is, there will be hell to pay!”
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Post by doctorgrey on Dec 11, 2018 18:55:11 GMT -5
Nikdye and Pinto couldn't help but both snicker and laugh at Kusubu's annoyance as she walks to her assignment. It does give these two low level grunts joy to see the elites getting such a shit job. Especially the captain who hasn't been doing anything but training the past few months to get stronger. Stuck alone with the Galactic Empire's resident mad scientist. They can't help but laugh at this revelation at seeing the mighty fallen so hard after trying to fly close to the down. Pinto kept spilling some coffee from laughing so hard.
While waiting on whoever is gonna be helping him Dr. Grey was charging his handheld freeze ray just in case Dr. Grey ends up separated from his guard. He also has a Flash Bomb just in case too. When he heard very loud knocks at the door that sounded feminine. He walks to the door to see a small strange blue female reptilian humanoid. He gets out his tablet and takes a pic of the face to find out who it is and a quick glance at the tablet brings up Kusubu, Captain of the Ultramarines and a demon. A demon eh, how very interesting he thought. He has of course read up about the Demon Realm but to him they were merely other dimensional beings to Dr. Grey rather than the actual Earth definition of demons being evil spirits from beyond. He then walks to the console and opens the door to let her in while bowing in respect.
"I can assure you captain this is most important, you see Emperor Polaris has assigned me the task of creating Bio-Engineered soldiers for the Galactic Empire, and yet they are coming sho- less powerful then I had hoped. However, I had found a way to mitigate the issue. You see after doing some online research I discovered Tech-Tech has some equipment which is just what I need. With this equipment I would be able to modify and change the genetic structure of my experiments easier and be able to mutate them into more viable soldiers for the Galactic Empire. And I need a capable Ultramarine such as yourself, and not some two-bit Imperial Patrolman, to guard me! If I go unattended, I might end up getting captured and interrogated or worse killed and I can't allow that to happen not when I am so close to fixing the issue, which is why my dear Kusubu we must go to Tech-Tech together." Dr. Grey explained.
Meanwhile Nikdye spits at Dr. Grey's two-bit comment.
"Who does that guy think he is bad mouthing us like that?" he asks.
"Apparently some dude got on his nerves and wouldn't let him before Polaris told him he could go through." Pinto replied.
"I still can't believe that guy was recommend by Lilith Nevermore, the Empire is letting anybody in these days." groaned Nikdye.
"After all I can't go alone anyway because Emperor Polaris still does not quite entirely trust me you see because I was an outsider. Nevertheless, I yearn to earn his trust soon enough. Which means you would have to accompany me if you want to please our dear emperor. We mustn't dawdle now, we'll be taking my assistant's spaceship. Onward now, for the glory of the Galactic Empire!" Dr. grey said enthusiastically.
He and Morton lead Kusubu to a spherical spaceship which has recently gotten a paint job to have the Galactic Empire's logo on it over the parts that Dr. Grey painted over previously when he left the Neo Red Ribbon Army. He then gestured in for Kusubu to go in first cause after all that is common courtesy, wait a minute that's common courtesy on Earth that's not an insult to other alien cultures is it? Or is it universal? Man, he really hopes that he didn't offend her in anyway. While Dr. Grey was pondering this Kusubu and Morton were already inside, and Dr. Grey rushed in as Morton began starting up the spaceship.
An opening in the ceiling which was a large cylindrical vertical shaft which led to the outside let the spaceship pass as it zoomed out of Mitra like a large ball spitting out a tinier one. The spaceship then began making its short trek to Tech-Tech which for the spaceship's engine upgrades would take about an hour. So, it would take a bit for them to get there. It would be awkward to have the whole trip for silence. So, Dr. Grey wanted to break the ice.
"It's gonna take a while for us to reach our destination so I thought we could chat for a bit. So, tell me about yourself Ms. Kusubu, how did you first met the esteem Emperor Polaris and join the Galactic Empire?" Dr. Grey asked.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Dec 12, 2018 13:22:31 GMT -5
The smog seemed extra heavy outside Biodome #12. It was an intentional choice, to have his building be so close to the edge. Not only was the property cheap given the obvious risks if attacked, but it allowed his scientists quick access to the polluted air for study. Creed sipped on a glass of Scotch, staring out at the almost red exterior of Tech Tech. If things went according to plan, he would become the richest man on Tech Tech. Cybernetics which allowed for complete survivability out in the Exterior planes, produced at a cheap price allowing for world wide access. Not only would Creed and his company be hailed as heroes to the wider masses but he would also have an Iron grip over the entire planet. If it didn’t go the direction he wanted it to go, all it would take would be a slight change in brain chemistry, allowed of course through the subtle invasiveness of the cybernetics. But no one would care at that point, they’d have their whole planet back. Creed returned to his desk and set down the glass, picking up the new Mask for his suit which he had been developing. After examining it for a bit his assistant would call for him. Creed leaned to the speaker. “Yes Rine?” “Mr.Creed, your meeting with the board is in ten minutes” “Thank you, I’ll be right down Creed set the mask back down on his desk. There was no need to worry about anyone seeing it, no one but he was allowed up here. If anyone did manage to enter… Well, he made the suit for a reason. He took one last look at it and smirked slightly. There was no word in the English language which could describe his excitement for the moment of finally donning the suit. The meeting was around 5 minutes from starting by the time Creed made his way down. Of course he had to make a few stops, flirting and fraternizing with his various employees or possible investors. Through the largely glass room he could see that the majority of the board had gotten there early. He expected a few to be late, they were after all some of the richest men Tech Tech had to offer. Creed didn’t mind so long as their funding kept rolling in. He lit up a cigarette before entering into the meeting room. With a snap all of the glass in the rooms would Polarize. No risks, not anymore. Creed inhaled deeply before letting the smoke escape into the room, only for it to be vented out by the various air filtration units in the room. There was no need to worry about silly things such as Lung damage with the new advent of their Lung filtration units. “Gentleman, it’s good to see you here today. I hope the biodome trams weren’t too busy?” Some of the men began laughing at the remark. As if they, the most powerful men on the planet, would ever stoop to using “Public Transportation”. “Well my friends, I think it would be best if we started early. No one, myself included, wishes to stay here longer than needed” He would lean over and press an intercom button. “Rine would you be a dear and send out a message to all Board Members who are late that we are starting now?” “Of course Mr. Creed” “Thank you Rine”Word Count: 572 Kusubu doctorgrey
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Post by Kusubu on Dec 13, 2018 13:24:58 GMT -5
Kusubu stepped into Grey’s laboratory while listening to Dr. Grey’s speech regarding this mission. The fact that she was going off on a ‘fetch quest’ with this man of science made her growl, “That’s why you need me!? Tch. Pathetic.” She crossed her arms over her chest before continuing to speak, “Your work does not matter to me. It sounds like a waste of time anyway. Instead of creating our own troops and/or modifying existing troops through science, why don’t we stick to what we are doing now?” She asked. She believed, obviously, that conscripting soldiers and allowing volunteers into the Empire’s forces is the way to go.
She ignored the other people in the room. Their chit-chat didn’t mean much to her. She found it annoying, actually. None of her troopers spoke unless spoken to, so hearing it bothered her.
His words about pleasing the Emperor made sense to her, “You’re lucky that I am happy to ‘please’ Polaris.” Take thats statement as you will. “My eyes will be on you. If you try anything suspicious, I’ll bring Polaris your head on a golden platter.” She threatens with a grin now on her face.
She went inside of the ship willingly, and she sat herself down in a seat, causing the smell of burning plastic to fill the air. She’s annoyed, so her body is releasing quite a bit of heat. “We met in combat, and he invited me into the Ultramarines shortly after our second fight.” She replies while looking around. “Why do you care, Grey?”
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Post by doctorgrey on Dec 13, 2018 19:46:50 GMT -5
It was understandable to Dr. Grey that she would value strength obtained through hard work and training one's body rather then taking the easy way out and using genetic modification. After all Polaris isn't a mutant and yet has become one of the most powerful beings in the universe, and yet he still feels like there is room for improvement. After all there are so many people in the universe who are as disposable as cardboard to most fighters. Just reading about the devastation of the Battle of Planet Pepper. Where the casualty rate of Ultramarines was a few thousand losses while the ones who caused those casualties have recorded power levels that were substantially high and were higher then the entire group that got killed. He believes that not only technology can and should advance so should people as well.
"My dear Kusubu, I assure you that these creations are no different then using and breeding Saibamen. However if it's improvement for fighting you wish I do plan on creating battle simulations against inventions of my design and help collect the data to give out analyses on where the test subjects can improve in. Hopefully I can be able to do this to help increase the capabilities of the Imperial Patrolmen as well. They definitely need it more after all! And frankly I think they need to also get a few attitude adjustments if you ask me. Quite frankly they have been quite rude to me and even given me a quite brutish alias, and now everyone refers to me as "The Butcher" and frankly I am a bit insulted." Dr. Grey said.
Morton is just glad that he is in the pilot's seat instead of in the same room as that demon woman because she really scares him. After all he tried to be friendly and polite to Lilith Nevermore and was threatened. And Kusubu doesn't seem to be in the mood to be making friends or even in the mood to be going through this. Nevertheless he is the only one who can pilot this spaceship so as long as he can stay far away from her as possible he'll be safe. At least, he can only hope.
Dr. Grey listened to Kusubu's short story about how she and Polaris met. Short and to the point. Might as well tell her why he bothered.
"Because Ms. Kusubu, I was wondering how Polaris managed to get such an interesting individual into his empire. You see Demons aren't exactly common in this dimension. As a scientist who yearns to know the inner workings of everything from people to the universe itself, I often found myself get quite curious and ask questions. All I want is to simply know all that there is to know. And then after that I can simply take everything that there is now and improve upon them. For a universe created by these so called Shinjins, frankly I think they didn't barely put in any effort." Dr. Grey said.
A few minutes have passed while on their trek to Tech-Tech.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Dec 13, 2018 21:18:01 GMT -5
“Now, Andrew, we understand what you are trying to do” One of the board members stated. He was a fat little Tech Tech, having to use a specially designed seats to properly talk face to face with the other members. “Air filtration cybernetics are not a new design, not in the slightest. Hell you even have one for those nasty cigarette things you smoke. But there has never been a cybernetic designed that has ever managed to filtrate that much pollution. It’s like trying to breath under water with a gas mask! Not to mention how it simply burns any filter presented. My friend, if my people haven’t managed to develop a proper unit for this, how will you?” Creed grinned slightly at the remark. Like any of his people could match Creed’s own intellect, especially when it came to cybernetics. Though he lacked a proper doctorate, he had single handedly designed more than twenty of the currently used cybernetic models. What was the point in wasting money to learn things you were already more than adept in? The chair would slide out from under Creed as he stood to look out the window. It unpolarized as he came within a foot of the glass. “I don’t think I need to explain to any of you just how much advancement our technology has seen. You are right, Macer. Filtration units do not work against the pollution. Though I may refer to it as a Filtration unit, it is more akin to a Air Purifier” Creed would snap, causing a holographic projection of the unit to appear over the table. He would turn and begin removing various pieces. “Tech Tech faces many forms of Pollution, but the most numerous and perhaps most dangerous is it’s acidic rain and atmosphere. Though not damaging to the skin, it is highly damaging to organ tissue. Many who are subject to it die from suffocation, those who survive have a much greater chance of organ failure in the future, along with various sensory losses. The optimal place to install the implant would be around the mouth. Our scientists have developed a form fitting film which is reusable and removable, it has proven to be effective against the toxins. At the start of the trachea would be a specialized tubing running the entire length of the trachea towards the lungs” Creed would snap once more, bringing a holographic image of a set of lungs. “At the end of the tube would be a miniature computer system with the task of filtering the Hydrogen and Sulphur from the acidic atmosphere, whilst retaining the Oxygen. The Hydrogen and Sulphur will be sent towards the Bladder which will also be reinforced to handle the heavy amounts of waste. The Oxygen will be weaned slowly back into the bloodstream. Beings such as humans will have Nitrogen removed from the bladder and introduced as well” “Ok Andrew, you have the plans. But how the hell would you install this without costly surgery? Or how would you maintain the expenses of just producing the implants?” Macer would ask, still skeptical to this supposed solution. “We are currently attempting to develop AI which can handle the surgeries. That way they can be done cheaply, efficiently, and safely. As for the resources…” He would return to the window. “My friends, out there is a wholly untapped land, rich with resources. Though we would take some profit hits starting out, the increase we would begin to see would more than cover the losses. We can purchase that land for little to nothing, hire workers and outfit them with the implants. We won’t have to worry about paying for resources if we produce our own” “Hmm… I don’t know Andrew. This seems a bit ambitious. It might be best if we wait a little bit and see if any major progress is done before we start production” The damn fool… Creed kept his understanding fasad on whilst boiling with anger underneath. Macer had to be dealt with. Everytime they came close to progress, the imbecile stunted it with warnings of risk. Did he take Creed for a fool? He knew the risks and he knew them well. There would be countermeasures, restrictions, etc. Progress needed risk in order to succeed. But what did he expect from a fool who couldn’t even drive himself, let alone understand the complex processes of Cybernetic enhancements. His entire people were a race of self destructive stagnant CRETINS! Creed smirked. “Of course, Macer. I understand your concerns. Perhaps we could talk more in depth about them privately”
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Post by Kusubu on Dec 17, 2018 19:22:10 GMT -5
His response to her inquiry intrigued her. Any opportunity to train is always tempting to her, even if the training will be against inferior opponents most of the time. “Saibamen are useless and weak. I would never use one.” She starts, letting out a deep huff before continuing, “And perhaps the Imperial Patrolmen do need need this, but the Ultramarines do not. I like to think of us as the elite of the elite. We should only consist of volunteers, in my opinion.” Earlier, when she said that they should focus on conscription and volunteers, she was referring to the Patrolmen, not the Ultramarines. She can agree with him about the Patrolmen lacking power. “This simulation sounds interesting. I will come by you lab sometime in the future to take part in it, Grey.”
Her story was short, yes. But… that’s really all there is to it. She didn’t mention the part about the aftermath of the Battle of Planet Pepper.”You think I’m interesting? Tch. I don’t care what you think about me. And I won’t be telling you anything about the Demon Realm. It’s my business, and I’d rather not talk about those days in my life. I don’t want us all to die in the vacuum of space because I melted the walls away.” She grinned before chuckling, adjusting herself in the seat. The smell of melting plastic still filled the air. She cannot help this. “Why do you want to know about everything, anyway? How did Polaris even find you? I never thought of him as the type to invest in ‘science’.” Word Count: 274 | Total Word Count: 739. doctorgrey | Andrew C. Creed
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Post by doctorgrey on Dec 18, 2018 19:06:00 GMT -5
Dr. Grey was definitely ecstatic that she is interested in his battle simulations. After all if someone like a commander of the Ultramarines is interested then others would follow. He hopes to see the full extent of her abilities. Along the powers of anyone else who enters. By seeing what some of the most strongest members are capable of below the emperor could he help make some beings on their level or higher. Perhaps even one day he could get the emperor to do a simulation for him.
It's a shame she did not want to discuss anything about the Demon Realm. Though the way she describes it it seems to be of a place one wouldn't like living in so it's no wonder she wanted to escape. It's best to not ask further questions for her on that subject. Although the fact she was able to live in such conditions she dreaded might be a reason for how she became so powerful. No doubt due to adaptation in harsh environments.
And now Kusubu asked him some questions.
"A scientist's job is to break new boundaries and to help society advance further. By knowing everything will I be able to advance not just the Galactic Empire, but eventually the whole universe. Polaris didn't found me, no I found and actively sought to join the empire myself. It was then on Abbayor long ago that I met with the noblewoman Lady Lilith Nevermore that I was able to get an audience with him and got accepted into his ranks. I could've picked the Kabochan's empire or the Saiyan's, but I found that the Galactic Empire truly allowed me to work unrestrained and do what is absolutely necessary in order to induce evolution for every species in the universe." Dr. Grey said.
What he said was true, his ultimate goal in the long run is able to advance every species in the universe both in terms of technology, but also genetically. If everyone was on the same level of power as each other then there would be less one sided battles and death if everyone had such power at their disposal. He can still recall how Earth, who had many Ki using fighters at it's disposal, still had people who could be killed rather easily by someone with a power level of 1,500. The only way for true universe peace if everyone was on equal footing.
It then seemed that their discussion has went on long enough and that they have entered Tech-Tech's atmosphere. As the spaceship loomed over the planet it landed into one of the many domes on the planet. Dr. Grey then walked outside along with Morton and Kusubu and was greeted by a Tech-Tech alien.
"Ah, members of the Galactic Empire? A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one!" the elderly Tech-Tech alien said.
"Ah good evening, I am Dr. Nikolas Grey of the Research division of the Galactic Empire, this is Kusubu the commander of the Ultramarines and my bodyguard, and my assistant Morton. You see we came here to acquire some parts I'll be needing for my research." Dr. Grey said.
"I am Doabiar, and if it's parts you need I can assure you Tech-Tech is one of the most advanced planets in the North Galaxy, you'll find what you're looking for here." he said.
"It does seem that way, you all managed to find a way to be able to survive on such a polluted planet. You didn't let the toxic atmosphere stop your progression." Dr. Grey said.
"Yes it is sad what happened to our planet, but we managed by taking samples of natural resources from other planets and growing them in our bio-domes. Although it seems that because of the recent terrorist attack, it caused a lot of uproar and some Eco-terrorists have made a couple threats recently." Doabiar said.
"Eco-terrorists?" Dr. Grey inquired.
"Yes, they call themselves the Nature Defense Rangers apparently. Strange folks, but so far nothing they did so far was write threatening messages in graffiti on some walls. All it is just scare tactics I doubt they have any capabilities to do actual harm." Doabiar said.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Dec 18, 2018 21:56:35 GMT -5
“That’d be a wonderful idea Andrew” The oblivious fool said. “I’m open on-” An explosion echoed throughout the biodome. Alarms weren’t sounding, so no damage to the Dome itself. Creed quickly walked up to the window as the various board members shuffled out of the room. One of the larger mining companies seemed to of been struck. It had sustained a substantial amount of damage. Five figures stood around the newly formed hole, followed up by three more figures minutes later. Creed grinned slightly as they continued their barrage at the building. Eco Terrorists, powerful ones at that. New targets to test his upgrades. “Rine, contact Macer’s driver and get him to fly towards the chaos. I think I just found a way to take care of both problems” He would casually exit the board room as various security personnel escorted out employees. “The driver has been informed. What exactly are you planning?” “Our friend is going to sadly die in collateral damage. Divert some funds for the funeral” “Anything else?” “Get me the suspected numbers of dead so far” “Around 500 employees, entire twelfth floor was turned to ash. Seems around 10 dead from the initial attack and an estimated 30 more are on the way. Injured are unknown currently” Creed would stop just before reaching his office. It wouldn’t appear he would have to hold back given the massive amount of damage done so far. It could easily just be blamed on the terrorists. This would be fun. A large bookcase would slide to the side as Creed entered his office. Inside would be an elevator into his workshop. “Let’s cause some more chaos”
“Where are you taking us?!” Macer shouted in panic as various cars drove in the opposite direction. They were heading straight for the epicenter of the attack. “I was told to bring you to the bunker Mr. Creed had built” “I don’t care what you were told, you work for me and I demand you go the other-” The roof of the vehicle would slowly be torn away, revealing an armored figure with a green cloak. It’s emerald eyes were almost blinding as they looked at the cowering Tech Tech. “Hello, Macer” It said with a metallic voice. Two gunshots came from the driver, who attempted to get the figure off their limo. A brave man, but pathetic nonetheless. A beam would fire from Creed’s right eye, incinerating the driver’s left arm and melting the gun to his right. “I would suggest staying out of this” It said before grabbing Macer and letting the car go. Creed would examine the small being, contemplating the best way to end it. “L-let me go, please! I’ll pay you anything! I can make you the rich-” Creed would flick him in the eye, popping it in the socket. He would shout in pain. “Don’t flatter yourself Macer” “Did Creed set you up to this?! I’ll agree to the damn plan, I’ll give him all my stocks! Please don’t kill me!” Creed would pull him a bit closer, scanning over the tiny figure. Macer’s heart was racing at incredible speeds. Good, he was scared. Creed would raise a hand as if to punch the being, causing him to involuntarily shoot up his hands to defend himself. The metallic gauntlet would unfold it’s fist and grab the small arm, crushing it into a bloody pulp before being completely ripped off. “You had your chance Macer. No one-” He would pull Macer to be face to face. “-says no to Andrew Creed” He would hold him out, activating the eye beams once more. Slowly he would slice away at the creature, starting at the legs until reaching his midsection. After which he simply let Macer go to fall to his death. “Macer is dead. Any change for the attack?” “50 total dead, still unknown amount of injured. Police are heading in to deal with it” Creed would burst forward, stopping just outside the main area of attack. Five of the terrorists simply stood in air, taking pot shots at random civilians. He crossed his arms and waited for the fools to notice him. Might as well test out the shielding while he had the chance. Word Count: 705/2043 Kusubu doctorgrey
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Post by Kusubu on Dec 28, 2018 22:50:21 GMT -5
Kusubu listened to his words closely, somewhat interested in what he had to say to her. She could feel that the seat she sat in was melting due to her body heat, but she didn’t really care. It wasn’t her ship, so..
“Tch. I guess you’re right. But, never forget that the Galactic Empire always comes first. The rest of the universe can wait.” She remarked in a snappy tone, crossing her arms over her chest before continuing her response, “Nevermore, huh? I met her back on the Planet Earth. She is an… interesting character, to say the least. One with a strange interest in Demons, which bothers me personally. I was brought to this realm by a mad summoner, and I don’t want anyone else to face that fate… even though this place is much better than the Demon Realm.” She let out an annoyed huff while thinking about the old days in the Demon Realm. The constant bullying got to her a looong time ago.
They arrived at their destination, and Kusubu followed everyone out of the ship, choosing to remain close to the scientist. She had her eyes on their surroundings the entire time, not really paying attention to what anyone was saying. She had her eyes open for anything odd.
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Post by doctorgrey on Dec 31, 2018 18:33:16 GMT -5
It was then that everyone turned to notice the explosion nearby. The Tech-Tech aliens being worried and sweating nervously at this. "O-oh oh no! Those threats were serious after all! This is terrible." Doabiar said. Dr. Grey get a big grin on his face before clasping his hands together. "Never fear my extraterrestrial acquaintances, as Galactic Empire representatives we shall have the honor of helping you all by fending off these terrorists." Dr. Grey announced. "Really, I mean not that we're not thankful but you don't have to-" "Oh do not fret Doabiar, after all we are in an alliance so we might as well honor that alliance by helping this planet when it's being threatened by outside threats." Dr. Grey said patting the small elderly man on the head. "Oh thank you good sir, your kindness will be repaid to you all greatly if you can get rid of those saboteurs." Doabiar says. "The Galactic Empire doesn't just try my dear sir, we do all that we are capable of. Come along Kusubu, it's time to show these people the justice of the Galactic Empire!" Dr. Grey said. He then put his hands behind his back and walked towards the site of the explosions looking utmost ecstatic. He's about to witness the capabilities of these mysterious terrorists and also of Kusubu in action. The amount of battle data he is going to be collecting of this day would be most beneficial to his research. Oh the knowledge he can gain from this gives him such euphoria he can hardly contain himself, but he must remain calm and act professionally. Can't make the Galactic Empire look bad oh no he needs to make sure to help make it look good.
Meanwhile near Creed Cybernetics, a group of individuals all from different planets are resting after unleashing some of their power blowing up the facility. One of which is a Heran male in his powered up state. "Unbelievable, we went through all of this trouble and there's no one here to announce this to. No curious citizens, no nosy reporters, nothing to announce ourselves or our goals to." he said. "Calm down Rose, no one shown up most likely cause they are too afraid. Especially considering the last time this planet was attack." a purple colored alien woman replied. "I know Lilac, but what's the point spreading our environment message around if no one is able to hear it from us." Rose said. The Heran leader plopped down and sat on debris waiting for someone to show up. Word Count: 427 Total Word Count: 4,156 Tags: Kusubu , Andrew C. Creed
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 1, 2019 14:02:56 GMT -5
First, Creed waited a minute. The minute turned into several minutes. Each second ticking by made Creed realize just how utterly inept these terrorists were. It was as if they were trying to purposefully ignore him. The thought made his blood boil. After about eight minutes, Creed had enough of this silence. The fools had decided to leave their guards down. They seemed to rely far too heavily on sensing Ki, to the point where their eyes were dull. Well, if they weren’t going to use them… “How pathetic” Creed said, voice amplified so they would actually hear him over the commotion. Lilac would turn, only to have her head burst and splatter like a water balloon filled with blue blood. Creed’s emerald eyes would smoke slightly from the large beam he had just sent towards the group. Rose would look over at the dead, smoking body with utter anger in his eyes. “You son of a bitch! I’ll rip your heart out!” He shouted as he flew towards Creed, fists raised for a strike. A loud crack would erupt from the alien’s fist as it impacted with Creed’s chest. Creed looked down at the alien, whose fist was still pressed against the armored torso. “Even when I let you fools hit me, you end up hurting yourselves more than I. Perhaps ending your lives is a mercy, who knows what else you would break trying to kill me” Another fist would impact, followed by another crack. Rose would slowly move back, trying to contain the slew of profanity he wished to shout out of pain. The anger in his eyes slowly turned to fear as he looked at the cloaked juggernaut. Creed would place a hand on the man’s shoulder as if to comfort him in his final moments. Then, he would place another hand on the man’s neck. With a wet tearing noise, Creed would tear the man in half. A painful death to be sure. Creed would turn to the remaining five terrorists. “Which one of you wishes to die next? I am in no rush, so take your time. But I must warn you” Creed would tap on his helmet. “I know who you all are. None of you will survive this day. Running will just make your deaths slower” Tupil would look to his fellow terrorists. This wasn’t supposed to happen, there wasn’t supposed to be people this strong on Tech Tech. They had already taken down the drone grid for the Dome, but this… This was something else. The way this thing spoke with such arrogance and confidence. It wasn’t bluffing, it was going to kill them all or at least try. Rose didn’t even put a dent in it’s armor and Lilac… Not her… Tupil wanted to rip this smug monster’s head off and punt it into the smog outside. But even with his anger, there was just no way they could take this thing on. Tupil grimaced as he raised his fists. “Well, looks like we’ve got no choice boys. Let’s kill this fucker” Word Count: 512/2555 doctorgrey Kusubu
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Post by doctorgrey on Jan 7, 2019 2:29:00 GMT -5
When Dr. Grey, Kusubu, and Morton got there they were introduced to quite a violent scene as the robotic individual easily killed two of the terrorists that attacked the facility. While Morton is definitely traumatized from this display of brutality and Kusubu probably seen stuff like this before. Dr. Grey's eyes were lit up as if he was a boy who just got what he wanted for Christmas. It wasn't just the sheer display of power the armor had, but also just how advanced the technology of the mechanical man was. Just by looking at it he could tell it is a technical marvel way ahead of anything else like it. Just seeing it's strength and capabilities gives Dr. Grey the urge to learn everything about it. Who built it, what weapons does it have, what metal is it made out of, all of these questions and more just swirling in his head.
The rest of the Nature Defense Rangers couldn't believe what happened, their leader Rose in his transformed state was killed easily by this man in armor and Lilac was caught by surprise. Rose was their leader and of course their strongest member, so seeing him die so easily is shocking, but all of that sadness and despair is being mixed in with unbridled hatred towards the person who killed them. No doubt in their minds that that robot is made by the bastards who are adding even more pollution to this once beautiful planet. Just thinking about how much more planets would end up becoming like Tech-Tech if companies like Creed Cybernetics keep getting their way for the sake of making money makes them sick to their stomachs. That is why they made this group to become the defenders of mother nature itself, and that is why they picked Tech-Tech of their first target to destroy the very symbol of the ultimate outcome of overabundance of consumerism and industrialization and what Earth could one day look like if they are not stopped.
Tupil gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. The only way for them to have a chance is for all of them to go all out on him together.
"You have no idea who you're screwing with, you and every corrupt company that destroyed this once beautiful planet are all going to pay! We are the guardians of the life force of all planets in the universe! The defenders of every plant and animal that can't defend themselves from the corrupt governments and business men! I am Tupil," he says while flashing a dramatic pose.
A yellow one of the same race of the infamous Freeza Force elite Zarbon did an elegant pose while holding a flower in his hand "I am Narcissus, the most handsome member of the team!"
A large headed alien that looked like a grey alien from old Earth fiction began to pose as well "I am Chrysanthemum!"
Another Heran albeit not in the race's infamous transformation with a mullet began to pose as well "I am Hyacinth!"
A human looking alien joined in as danced as elegantly as a ballerina before stating his name and striking his pose "I am Magnolia!"
Finally a small spiky alien that looked like an anthropomorphized blowfish or sea urchin did his best to make a cool looking pose "And I, am Pincushions!"
"And together we are, the Nature Defense Rangers!" they said.
Silence filled the air as what seemed to be very serious and dark atmosphere was shot down by their sudden ridiculous and flamboyant poses. However they shouldn't be judged by their eccentricities as the Ginyu Force also were very powerful and had a strange habit of posing dramatically as well. Dr. Grey got out his specially modified scouter to get some readings on each of them. Some pretty impressive ones, but when he looked at the man with armor to try to take a scan of it he noticed life signatures coming from within the metal man. Meaning that instead of an android what he sees before him could be a person in a suit of glorified armor. How very interesting, and now he could able to see Kusubu in action and this armored stranger.
The silence in the air was broken by the sound of clapping, the NDR turn their heads to the direction of the sounds coming from a very young looking person in a lab coat.
"An impressive display so far, but I am afraid we won't let this android to have all of the fun. After all this planet is a part of the Galactic Empire, and as such we shouldn't just idly standby and let you attack it. Of course I, Dr. Nikolas Grey, am a scientist and not one really one who likes to get into combat. I am more a fan of research and pushing boundaries of what people are capable of. So the lovely Commander Kusubu here of the Ultramarines should fill in and dispose of all of you for committing horrible acts against our glorious-"
"Commander Kusubu, you're needed back on Mitra right away! It's urgent, the Saiyans are launching an attack with a squad of Great Apes. We need all of the help we can get!" a voice boomed on a communicator said interrupting Dr. Grey mid speech.
Kusubu took the call with a surprised and annoyed look on her face wishing she wasn't brought along on this dumb mission. Dr. Grey and Morton were left flabbergasted and turned to look at the NDR and the robot man.
"Pincushions, you're the weakest and your spikes would probably do nothing against that guy's armor. Capture that guy so we can use him as leverage if need be." Tupil said acting as the stand in leader at their fallen comrades passing.
Pincushions flew towards Dr. Grey with great speed, and Dr. Grey quickly grabbed a hold of his diminutive martian assistant Morton and ran off.
The NDR then took advantage of the confusion of what happened and Hyacinth uses his a bunch of psychic energy threads from his fingers come out like puppet strings and wrap around the robot's body. Narcissus, who is very much ashamed of his ugly form but knows all too well how powerful their opponent must be to kill Rose and Lilac so easily, transforms into a reptilian looking beast and fires a powerful energy beam from his mouth. Tupil then unleashes a large volley of Ki blasts and ends it with a powerful charged beam attack. While smoke fills the area Chrysantheum activates his psychic powers and uses his telekinesis to grab a bunch of the debris from the factory they just attacked and enclose it on the robot in a giant sphere of rocks.
It looks like they won, but they are ready for the bastard to burst out of those rocks and come after them.
Dr. Nikolas Grey was running for his life with Morton in tow, has ran into a building in an attempt to escape his pursuer. Pincushions, true to his name, inflates his face and starts shooting a bunch of his body's needles at the doctor. He changes direction to take the left turn in the hallway narrowly avoiding the needles.
"Those needles are filled with a pretty nasty poison, it won't kill but you will definitely won't be able to move for a while!" Pincushions gloated.
Pincushions turned to where the scientist fled to when he finds himself in a parking lot. A lot of parked hover cars where but the man and his weird tentacle friend were nowhere to be seen. He casually walks around looking for him cause he didn't have a very high power coming from him so he shouldn't be a threat. However, hiding behind a pillar with a big grin on his face the "good" doctor held one of his specially created weapons in hand. Suddenly Pincushions found himself covered in rings made out of energy. The more he struggled the tighter they would get.
"Listen, you're a scientist! You should know how badly companies like Creed's affect the environment! If we don't do something then all planets will be just as desolate as this one!" Pincushions pleaded.
"While I haven't heard of this Creed Cybernetics till now I do know what you mean. After all Earth has had a habit of polluting their own world and destroying the ecosystem." Dr. Grey replied.
"Then you should know that our cause is just, free me and we can help each other!" Pincushions said.
"While your cause is a noble one, I politely decline." Dr. Grey said with a devilish grin.
"What?!" said Pincushions shockingly.
"Look around you, even when this planet's atmosphere has grown toxic the people that live here managed to still find a way to still live and manage to continue developing and further increasing their technology and society. That is true progress, when one's own planet is dead and yet through terraforming or some other method revive it from the desolate wasteland it once was. That is true evolution, to be able to adapt to the most unsurvivable conditions and then make it hospitable. Even the Martians like my assistant managed to still live on in underground cities on their barren wasteland of a planet, of course war is what caused their planet to become like that and not like what happened to Tech-Tech. This planet and it's people are a statement, showing that with the power of science you can truly do whatever you please!" Dr. Grey said.
After the speech Grey couldn't help but get into a laugh. It was a terrifying cackle that would make hyenas wince and melt clowns makeup off from fear sweat. And Pincushions is terrified as well, but then all of that terror is replaced with anger. This asshole scientist is no better then the ones that work for Creed. He doesn't just need to be used as a hostage or leverage, he needs to die. Suddenly Pincushions whole body begins to inflate and his spikes growing as well. The spikes then penetrate the energy rings that bounded him and he deflates back to his normal size. And Dr. Grey, is now the one who is terrified as he steps back.
"Wait a minute hang on, I still care about the environment! In fact with science we could find a way to make the air out of the domes on Tech-Tech breathable again! And I even worked up a way to terraform Mars to make it a better place for it's people to live in I am not evil!" Dr. Grey implored.
"You know it's funny, I had a scientist that worked in that factory we attacked said similar things before he tried to shoot me with a gun. So I blew his head off, and now I am thinking of skipping the part where you try to shoot me and get to the part I enjoyed the most." Pincushions said.
Suddenly a small bolt was fired at the back of Pincushions head. It left a small scorch mark, but did nothing. He looked behind him to see the doctor's martian friend holding a laser gun in hand shaking nervously. Grey then took advantage of this distraction and got out his Freeze Ray and fired it at the terrorist. Pincushions tried to block, but his arm and soon his entire body becomes encased in ice. The alien's body stood their motionless.
"I was hoping I wouldn't be forced to fend for myself on this trip, but because those damned Saiyans had to attack now things had to be complicated. And I was really hoping to collect the battle data on Kusubu. Oh well, Morton let's go watch that armored man fight the rest of those extremist environmentalists." Dr. Grey said.
Morton let out a sigh of relief at the fact that he is not in danger anymore, but also gave a puzzled look at Dr. Grey's armored man comment and wondered what he meant. As they left the ice surrounding Pincushions began to crack.
On the roof of the building Dr. Grey look towards where the battle was brewing earlier and got out a binocular type device to watch the fight since it seemed that his prototype modified scouter got clipped by one of that blowhard's needles. He looked onto the battle site hoping he didn't miss anything while he was running for his life.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 7, 2019 14:07:47 GMT -5
Oh wonderful, they were idiots as well as weaklings. Creed stifled a laugh as the group performed their eccentric posing and introductions. They didn’t help Ginyu, and they wouldn’t help these Cretins. The threads would wrap around Creed's right arm, he would pull forward on them and punt Hyacinthia, causing the threads to dissipate utterly. Creed would swipe Narciuss’ energy blast to the side, causing it to impact with a building to his right. For Tupil’s barrages, Creed would simply sway to the side, allowing his armor’s automated dodging protocols take place. The final beam would simply be kicked back, nearly striking Tupil. As debris flew towards Creed, he would cross his arms and allow himself to be encapsulated within. This was going to be fun. “Did we get-” Suddenly the sphere would burst open, causing various sharp pieces to fly outwards. Narciuss couldn't manage to dodge as one of the pieces sliced across his abdomen, eviscerating the hideous beast. Creed looked at the already injured creature and burst towards it. Creed’s fist would pierce into the already gaping hole in it’s torso, he would quickly shove his other fist in and tear the creature in half. Dark Blue blood would shower onto the metallic demon, he emerald glare turning to the remaining Terrorists. “I don’t care about your corporations. I don’t care about your causes. I don’t care about all the people you killed. I only care about killing you all” Creed would burst towards Magnolia, who attempted to run in fear from the imposing figure. A metallic gauntlet would clasp around his leg, ripping it off with a wet snap. He would then proceed to beat the human looking creature with his own leg, eventually smashing it’s head in. Creed would drop the leg to the side as lightning crackled around him. “Do you hear me?! YOU’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!” Creed would pick up the dead body of Magnolia and point it at the remaining Rangers. “You all should be honored that it is by my hands” Suddenly, the body would explode, leaving behind only ash. “Now come and attack me. I want you all to feel how hopeless this endeavor is” Word Count: 366/2921 doctorgrey
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Post by doctorgrey on Jan 10, 2019 13:01:21 GMT -5
Today was definitely the worse day in Tupil's life. One by one he keeps witnessing his comrades die before him in a brutal fashion. Without pity or remorse from this cold heartless machine whose soul purpose is to guard a corrupt company. Narcissus, he may have been full of himself but he still cared about the cause and everyone else. And Magnolia, their gifted psychic who came up with this plan. All of their lives just taken in a quick instance. However, they are not out of the picture yet.
Cause before that robot came and started killing, they have been planting the seeds of their plan. Quite literally in fact as they cultivated enough Saibamen seeds to make an army. They knew they needed some extra help in destroying the rest of the factories that add on to this planet's already toxic atmosphere. And they would have sent the Saibamen to each of the other bio domes to do so, but now they need them to avenge their fallen comrades. This isn't about spreading an environmental message through violence or taking down heartless faceless corporations. Now it's about blowing that android to bits.
Popping out of the ground like weeds the Saibamen come out ready to fight. Cause of the Bio Domes artificial atmosphere they were able to grow quite nicely. And the Nature Defense Rangers have been very busy with gardening Saibamen as there must be over a hundred of them popping out around the factory. Tupil then blew a whistle that caused all of the Saibamen to look towards him. He then pointed at the floating cloaked robot covered in blood. And he uttered a single phrase.
"Kill."
The Saibamen then leaped towards the killer android lunging at him for close quarter combat, some sprayed acid, others used Ki blasts, and if none of that works and they aren't all immediately destroy they still have their last resort self destruct attack. Tupil then began to charge energy into both of his hands to begin preparing for a very powerful beam attack, and Hyacinth joins in as well. Charging a Ki attack for a few minutes does make it a lot stronger, however it leaves the person defenseless while doing so. But with with the legion of Saibamen distracting him, they will put all that they can into this one attack just so they can put him out of commission. They already are fully aware that the Saibamen wouldn't be able to do much, but they shall at least buy them enough time to charge their attack long enough before letting it all loose on him.
Dr. Grey and Morton watched on, Morton looked very concerned while Dr. Grey was looking excited cause now he doesn't know what the outcome is going to be.
"Oh geez Nick, I think we should probably help that robot." Morton said.
"No Morton, I wanna see if this suit of armor can overcome these odds. Just to know what it's truly capable of. Someday I may make my own armor, and I would make sure to make it better then that one. By knowing more about the limits of what one thing could do, would I be able to create a superior version!" Dr. Grey explained.
"Oh yeah that makes sense I guess, but Nick if he does lose what we going to do?" Morton asked.
"We leave and call the Galactic Empire and let them handle the remaining terrorists. We are not fighters Morton, we have barely any weapons on us besides the ones I sneaked in my capsules cause I thought Kusubu would be defending us before he just up and left without us! Thankfully Polaris is on Mitra, and if I know him he would surely eradicate all of those Saiyan invaders." Dr. Grey said.
Suddenly they heard a sneeze and turned behind them to see Pincushions who has broken out of his icy prison, albeit now bluer and has gotten a nasty cold from being in that ice.
"Man it sucks that my species can't really handle the cold well, thankfully I am a lot tougher then the other people from my planet. *sniff* It was a beautiful aquatic planet entirely filled with oceans with only a few islands dotting the surface. And then some rich ass hats started making those islands their vacation homes and carelessly dump their trash into our ocean. We had to make domes like the ones on this planet to surround our cities after the ocean became murky and hard for us to be able to breath through our gills with. Don't you see, people like Creed don't give a damn about this planet or others cause ever since space travel was invented they all think "Oh this planet is dying, we can just use go to another planet!". And how long must that happen before we run out of planets huh, smart guy?! I am going to kill you and your squishy friend for that potshot, and then I am going to kill everyone in that company!" Pincushions said
"Now now, there is no need to be so hasty. We can work something out, after all I am with the Galactic Empire. I could ask Polaris himself if we could help your planet and clean your oceans. Or maybe THAT THE DAMNED ANDROID WOULD COME OVER HERE KILL THIS AND HELP SAVE ME FROM THIS ONE YOU LET GET AWAY, AND CHASE AFTER AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER" he yelled.
Pincushions then slowly walked towards Dr. Grey and Morton, with a look in his eyes that shows how determined he was to kill the two. Doctor Grey tries to use his ray guns, but Pincushions shots two needles at them destroying them. Morton and Dr. Grey then held onto each other tight, cowering as what appeared to be their final moments.Word Count: 977 Total Word Count: 7,203 Tag: Andrew C. Creed
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 13, 2019 16:20:01 GMT -5
Creed would simply sigh as the group threw a bunch of Saibamen towards him. He literally just tore through two of their members with little to no effort, did they actually think that these pions would really do anything? Creed would clench his metallic fist and burst with a green aura. As the aura began to expand, any Saibamen caught within its range was utterly disintegrated. A quick death for the minions, but their masters would not be so lucky, especially not after this insult. Creed would point a finger towards the group who had begun charging some sort of attack. A beam would fire from the outstretched finger, slicing through Tupil’s neck and causing the beam to fling upwards to the dome. It would dissipate before any real damage could be done. The Eco Terrorist would grasp at his neck for a few seconds before finally falling to the ground, drowning in his own blood. Creed turned to the remaining terrorists. “Who’s next?” His gaze would fall on Hyacinth. “How about you?” The metallic juggernaut would burst towards the terrorist, grasping him by the neck and pulling him closer. “Your cause is as worthless as your power. Now die as you lived, a failure” With the clench of his fist, Hyacinth’s head would pop off and fall to the ground. Creed would throw what used to be it’s neck to the ground. Creed would turn to Grey as he shouted about helping him. How pathetic and insulting. “I do not work for you, fool. Nor do I have any need or reason to help you. Solve your own problems”Word Count: 270/3167 doctorgrey
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Post by doctorgrey on Jan 13, 2019 16:58:58 GMT -5
Well it seems that this guy did not quite know who he was, or that he he is just that full of himself he just thinks himself as more important then them. If they get out of this alive, he is going to be sure to find out who he is under that armor to get leverage over them. Of course he would more so do that just to get him to tell him how he made that suit. Although there is only so much you can do with a metallic super suit. Perhaps there could be another way to enhance one's abilities that could be worn.
Pincushions was shocked to see the rest of his comrades killed so quickly. He is now the only one left, but he can't do this alone. Luckily that robot gives two shits about what happens to these two, so he can kill them and get away so he can find more stronger people to start a new NDR to help him avenge his fallen comrades. He won't let Rose's ambitions die in vain. He puffs and shoots a bunch of his needles at Dr. Grey and Morton who end up falling to the floor paralyzed and oozing green blood from their wounds.
"I used my needles to make this a painless death so I can make this quick. I have no time to torture you. NOW DIE!" Pincushions yelled.
Then suddenly he found himself unable to move, it can't be hesitation he really truly wants to kill them. He looks to his body to see the energy rings surrounding his body similar to the ones that doctor shot at him earlier, but that can't be he is on the floor paralyzed. He then found himself shot over the roof of the building with a laser blast from behind. He stopped himself in midair and began to float and turned to see who hit him. And saw a second doctor and martian with a smug ass grin on the doctor's face.
"But how, why, when? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS?!" Pincushions bewilderingly asked.
"I knew you would get out of that ice, so I had some clones of me and my assistant take to the rooftops while we hid elsewhere to watch the fight. You see I made some very special capsules in the time I spent on Capsule Corp. Ones that could actually be able to safely carry living organisms inside. However, they believed that it would be misused for kidnapping and trafficking crimes and in hindsight they have a point, but they have come in handy in allowing me to store my bio-engineered creations on the go. I couldn't beat you through strength, but I sure can outsmart you." Dr. Grey said.
"You little-" Pincushions exclaimed before flying to Dr. Grey.
Dr. Grey then threw a flash bomb right into Pincushions face disorientating him, and then fires his freeze ray at him. The frozen and bound Pincushions begins to fall from midair down many stories and hits the ground below and breaks into many pieces. Now every single one of the NDR are dead, and with them their mission. Considering the circumstances though Dr. Grey gave him a more tame death compared to what that armored gentleman would've given him. Not to mention a painless one, quite ironic since he was about to give his clones painless deaths.
Speaking of which, the clones are still alive albeit paralyzed with poison. He walks over to them and puts them back into their capsules. He shall find an antidote for them back at the lab. In any case now he can finally get the parts that he came for. Though of course he still wanted to know more about that armored gentleman. Surely that exemplary display of strategy would have impressed him.
"So, how was that for handling it for myself then? That armor of yours is quite impressive. Managed to make quick work of those hooligans. I am Doctor Nikolas Grey a scientist working for the Galactic Empire. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance." Dr. Grey said offering a hand to the armored man.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 14, 2019 13:44:48 GMT -5
Creed rose a final hand to Magnolia as Doctor Grey attempted to start a conversation. A barrage of Emerald beams would slice through the Xeno’s limbs, causing him to fall from shock. A loud snap of bone of would echo through the destroyed buildings. The fool’s neck was probably broken on impact, if not then they’d simply bleed to death. Creed would turn his attention to the small Grey being who had attempted to order Creed into action. It was lucky that he didn’t disintegrate the fool right here and now for it’s insolence. It would hold out a hand after introducing itself. “I do not shake the hands of Disrespectful Peons. I would suggest you leave now, you’re previous transgressions have already tempted my hand into snapping your neck” Creed would look away from the creature and cross his arms. The damages were quite extensive, but most of it was from the previous attacks. This could work nicely for his image, donating some manpower to the rebuilding effort. Hell, he’d have them outfitted with some of their construction cybernetics, maybe incentivise some of the other workers into getting some. There was always some cash to be made off of these terrorist attacks. He only wished they didn’t have to happen so close to his Headquarters. Word Count: 210/3377 doctorgrey
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Post by doctorgrey on Jan 14, 2019 15:15:25 GMT -5
The man definitely seemed to have had quite a huge ego. Possibly a god complex too with the way he talks to him. The best way to appeal to him is to compliment him.
"My dear sir it was my clone who did that and it was all just a part of me and my clone's plan to trick that terrorist into a false sense of security. We didn't mean to offend someone of your high stature and we apologize, especially since you managed to make something truly wonderful. Your armor is the most impressive piece of tech I have seen so far in this galaxy. Honestly your technology is leagues above anything I ever made, which is why I stayed to watch your work as I wanted to see more of your armor in action. Seeing how your armor managed to make to quick work of those miscreants really was quite enjoyable." Dr. Grey said.
Doabiar and some police Tech-Tech people came to see the massacre that occurred to the terrorists and what appeared to be a robot covered in blood. This robot didn't seem to be one of theirs so they were unsure who made it and sent it, while its methods were extreme those terrorists could have broken the bio-dome and caused the toxic air to leak in and kill everyone inside it. And Doabiar also noticed Dr. Grey and his martian friend, without the Ultramarine that went with them strangely.
"Doctor Grey, good to see you're alive and well. Where is Ms. Kusubu." he asked.
"I am afraid she left cause Mitra is being invaded currently, it seems that I would have to stay here for the time being until the invasion is over so I can return to my lab." Dr. Grey said.
"Oh that is most unfortunate, at the very least er Mr. Robot you managed to kill these infamous Eco-terriorists and saved our bio-dome. would definitely be thanked in person for this. We could use more robots like you to help defend our precious planet. Also heard about Macer's death during the attack, it is quite a tragic loss. Thankfully you managed to avenge him, even if you went a bit overboard. Did you truly kill all of the terrorists here?" Doabiar asked.
"That's right, every single one was killed by him! He even obliterated an army of Saibamen that these terrorists have planted. Most likely planned to attack the other factories and bio-domes with them. If that robot hadn't stepped in the whole planet could've been in danger. It was all thanks to this marvelous android . Now if you'll excuse us, me and my assistant need to go get the parts we came for. It was a pleasure to meet you all." Dr. Grey said.
"Truly amazing, maybe Creed could be able to make something like this, if only we could give his company a grant so he could perhaps build more of these to protect our planet's bio-domes. I say if we had one when those Saiyans shown up, than we wouldn't have lost so many people. But I digress, good luck then Doctor Grey I hope you find what you're looking for. And thank you again Mr. Robot, we are truly humbled that you risked your life to save us." Doabiar said.
Dr. Grey and Morton walked through the streets of the domed city, well more like Dr. Grey walked and Morton just moved along with his tentacles.
"Uh Nick, why didn't you tell them that you helped kill one? After all you probably would've been rewarded for it. And why didn't you tell them he was actually a man in armor." Morton asked.
"Because Morton people would look at me differently, they would think I would be capable of defending them or helping them whenever I need them like some kind of genius super hero and that is not me. Plus if they didn't they would see me as a murderer who went too far even with self defense. That armored gentleman was thought to be a robot by all of them made for the purpose of protecting people so he would get off scot-free, because they think he is nothing more then a violent machine and weapon rather then a complex thinking and emotion driven individual. Of course we know the truth, which is why we need to keep it a secret. Besides, the empire gives me all of the money and resources I need. I don't need to be rewarded by an alien race to help me continue my research. Now let's find a place to stay while Polaris kills some giant alien monkies." Dr. Grey said.
With the planet saved, Grey and Morton walked off to collect the components they need so Dr. Grey can continue his research for Emperor Polaris. Things were looking up for him and his job at the empire. Unbeknownst to him though it would be short lived as three months later as Dr. Grey made wonderful progress. Polaris passed away in the attack on Abbayor that way. It truly was a tragic loss to him as he barely got to know him more and really wanted to. He shall continue working for the Galactic Empire and continue to be loyal to it cause that would want Polaris would want him to do, it's not like he has anywhere else he would want to go either.
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